A FRUIT IN HIS FRUIT SALAD

His ladle is busy
Stirring them together
Seeking harmony where hardness reigns
Don’t they hurt?
His arms?

II
I am a watermelon
I see some mango
And oh! There is an orange
And ah there lies some banana
All shedding their juices
Hoping for a common ground
Look at how that apple struggles to blend
Ha!

III
I am like a goody bliss
But I can never blend
God willed me in aloneness
Giving all goodness in monotony
I can never blend
None can make me
Lest I poison
Even cool cats bite
At the smell of danger

IV
So blend me not
In your fruit salad
You can have as many as you want
Add a little bit of me
Even for a while
And at best look like a hairless crow
I sure will love the sight
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) August 4, 2016

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